Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 53, No. 330, April 1843 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 53, No. 330, April 1843.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 53, No. 330, April 1843 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 352 pages of information about Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine — Volume 53, No. 330, April 1843.

“You are all alone,” said Hector, drawing near.

She hurriedly told him that her sister would soon join her.  The two lovers kept silence for some time, looking timidly at each other, not venturing to speak, as if they feared the sound of their own voices in the solitude.

“There seems a sadness,” said Hector at length, but his voice trembled as he spoke—­“there seems a sadness on your brow?”

“’Tis true,” replied Daphne.  “Mamma has heard from Monsieur Deshoulieres.  He is going to pass through Avignon soon, and we are going away to see him on his passage.”

“Going away!” cried Hector, turning pale.

“Yes! and I felt myself so happy,” said Daphne, mournfully, “in these meadows with my sheep, that I loved so well.”

When Daphne spoke of her sheep, she looked at Hector.

“But why should you go?  Madame Deshoulieres could return for you here” —­

“And take me away when I had been longer here—­my grief would only be greater.  No—­I must go now or stay always.”

On hearing these words Hector fell on one knee, seized her hand and kissed it, and, looking up with eyes overflowing with love, said—­

“Yes—­always! always!—­you know that I love you, Daphne—­I wish to tell you how I will adore you all my life long.”

Daphne yielded to her heart—­and let him kiss her hand without resistance.

“But alas!” she said, “I can’t be always guarding a flock.  What will the poor shepherdess do?”

“Am I not your shepherd? your Daphnis?” cried Hector, as if inspired—­“trust to me, Daphne—­to my heart—­to my soul!  This hand shall never be separated from yours:  we shall live the same life—­in the sane sunshine—­in the same shadow—­in the same hovel—­in the same palace; but with you, dearest Daphne, the humblest hut would be a palace.  Listen, my dearest Daphne:  at a short distance from here there is a cottage—­the Cottage of the Vines—­that belongs to the sister of my nurse, where we can live in love and happiness—­no eye to watch and no tongue to wound us.”

“Never! never!” said Daphne.

She snatched her hands from those of her lover, retreated a few paces, and began to cry.  Hector went up to her; he spoke of his affection—­he besought her with tears in his eyes—­he was so eloquent and so sincere, that poor Daphne was unable to resist, for any length of time, those bewildering shocks of first love to which the wisest of us yield:  she said, all pale and trembling—­

“Well—­yes—­I trust myself to you—­and heaven.  I am not to blame—­is it my fault that I love you so?”

A tender embrace followed these words.  Evening was now come; the sun, sinking behind the clouds on the horizon, cast but a feeble light; the little herdsman was driving home his oxen and his flock of turkeys, whose gabbling disturbed the solemnity of the closing day.  The flock belonging to the castle turned naturally towards the watering-place.

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